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urhoneycombwitch · 2 months

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plan b

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foreword: thank you to this anon, this was just the right amount of sitcom Spider-man pointing meme-ery that I needed. wrote this with husky!neighbor!Eddie since I thiiiink I’ve established that version of him is modern so hopefully this aligns with my made-up canon. lol.

wc: 1.9k

cw: weight mention (in the context of finding meds, no numbers used), embarrassment on R’s end of kink discussion, frenemies vibes between R and Eddie (they get under each other’s skin but in a hot way <3), Eddie is soft-domming in public, no actual smut but still +18 mdni

DISCLAIMER: Plan B can really fuck your shit up and shouldn’t necessarily be used when introducing new kinks. Please do your research and consult w/ a medical professional before using. Putting the fiction in fic with this one.

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Christ, there are too many options.

Your vision is swimming in the Family Planning aisle, fluorescent overheads of the CVS taking up residence in your left temple.

You press your fingertips against the spot, massaging gently as you pull different brands of boxes from the shelf to inspect the instructions.

This one says take within twenty-four hours, that might be- oh, shit, there’s a weight cap. Dammit. And this one’s… twice the price? For fucking why?

Frustrated, you shove the expensive thing back in place. The words on the blue label next in line catches your eye- Pre-Seed Fertility Lubricant- and you snap your hand away, as if scorched. Nope. Opposite of what you need. Christ. Pre-Seed?!

It’s almost giggle-worthy. You take out your phone, glancing up and down the aisle; the store is empty this late at night, just an older woman behind the front registers who had greeted you earlier with bored corporate formality, eyes fixed on her magazine.

Picture of Pre-Seed, taken. Check that one off the list. The only person who you’d want to share a laugh over text about this with is the one person who does not need to know why you’re in the goddamn Family Planning aisle at ten PM. On a Thursday.

At least, not yet. You lock your phone, pocketing it before zeroing in on the purple and green-themed Plan B that boasts One Tablet, One Step.

Although it’s pricier than some of the other morning-after pills, it’s the only one that you feel fully confident about buying. You give the box a little toss, feeling the next-to-nothing weight of it in your palm. Fifty bucks for a tiny pill, one that you may not even end up using- but you’ll be goddamned if you’re caught unprepared.

“Can I help you find anything?”

Your blood flashes cold, then hot, as you realize who the voice belongs to- attention focused elsewhere, you didn’t hear Eddie sidling up the aisle until now.

He’s leaning into his arm on the nearest shelf, grinning wolfishly at his own joke, chocolate eyes lit up at having found you here. He looks obscene- biceps and chest bulging at the stretched fabric of his t-shirt, hair unspooling dark curls from a low bun, black ink tattoos rippling over his bare forearms and peeking out from beneath his collar.

Honestly, you don’t know why he wasn’t stopped at the door by the woman on night shift. He’s bordering public indecency with those fitted Levi’s alone.

Fortunately the shock of hearing Eddie’s low voice is not enough to send the Plan B in your hand flying- too late to reshelve it without him seeing, you cling to it tighter, plastic creaking under your grip as you pray to every god ever that he doesn’t notice.

“Oh! Hey. Hi. Haha, very funny.” Well, that was smooth, but at least you said something comprehensible. “What’re you doing here?”

Eddie doesn’t seem to notice anything amiss, using his free arm to reach for a pack of condoms near your head- “Late night shopping. Stocking up for the weekend. Can’t seem to keep these around, seeing as I’m being fucked out of house and home.”

”Well… apartment,” you correct, heart leaping at the smile lines that jump around Eddie’s eyes. This is good, maybe you can just keep him talking and find a second to shove the Plan B into a random spot or perhaps launch it into the sun-

Nope, too late. Mid-crinkle, Eddie’s eyes drop to the package in your hand, and you watch his face drop as he processes multiple trains of thought at once.

“Oh, shit. Is that… did we…?”

There’s a pinch between his dark brows, likely running through the last few weeks of your hookups (which have all been protected) and trying to do the mental math; you shake your head, trying to stammer through the flush of embarrassment that’s overtaking your system.

“No, it’s not- not from us. Not from you. I mean…” you trail off, shifting uncomfortably from one sneaker to the other as words hit a jam in your throat.

Eddie’s in a full frown now, pushing off the shelf, standing to his full height, confusion and hurt seeping into his expression, voice quiet and pitched deep- “Is it from someone else?”

“Oh my god.” This was a nightmare, right? You’d like to wake up now. “No, no, not from anyone else. It’s-”

A sharp exhale, a shake of your head, and the words loosen all at once- “I was gonna get it for us, for me, for this weekend, if you wanted to give me a reason to use it.”

Eddie goes as still as you’ve ever seen him before, fingers stopped in their usual constant tapping, blinking at the box in your hands.

His face smooths.

Then he smiles.

Your stomach flips.

Eddie slides the condoms back into the wrong spot, not bothering to look as he leans in close enough for you to smell the spice of his cologne as he says in a sex-dipped timbre: “Well if you wanted me to fill you up with my cum, why didn’t you just say so?”

A horrified, awkward squawk escapes before you can bite it back; your head whips down the aisle to make sure no one else was within earshot of his dirty mouth as you blindly shove the Plan B away, deep into a shelf. “Oh my god. Jesus christ.”

”Eddie is just fine,” he responds mildly, the cool demeanor to your rapidly heating one as his grin simmers wicked between dimpled cheeks.

“Forget it,” you start, shaking your head and making to brush past, embarrassment flooding in hot, “Just forget-”

Eddie catches you by the elbow, effectively locking you in place with a single move, but he’s not looking at you; with his free hand, he snaps up the slightly crumpled box and scans the words.

“Y’think one will be enough?”

The flood subsides, gives you pause enough to stutter out, “W-what?”

Eddie’s fingers flex on your arm. He turns the box over in his big hand, rings glinting. “We’d better get two. Just in case.”

Your skin feels the impression of his palm even after he lets go, like a Polaroid in rapid reverse as he grabs a second box, warmth fading fast from your skin. “I don’t think- I mean, that’s not how they work, I should probably find a more permanent sol-”

“Just for the weekend.” His eyes are back on you now, self-satisfied smirk giving way to something darker, more intense. “Yeah?”

A shiver casts goosebumps down the length of your body. He’s goddamn toying with you, in the middle of a fucking CVS. Despite your flare of irritation, you nod, voice nearly a croak as you echo, “Yeah.”

The grin lights up his face again. “Good girl.”

Eddie doesn’t give you time to react to this (verbally, anyways- your cunt is most certainly responding to the praise despite your best efforts to remain unaffected), using one large hand to hold both boxes and another to press at the small of your back, leading you down the aisle.

Truthfully, you’re grateful for the help (regardless of his dominance-based tendencies that don’t usually get you this easy); based on the ringing in your ears, you’re doubtful of your own ability to navigate the maze of aisles.

Eddie walks you both to the front register, and you watch as if outside of your own body while the cashier scans the barcodes and Eddie swipes his card.

He pockets the receipt, slides a finger through the handles of the plastic bag, and holds it out between your bodies. Right in front of the goddamn cashier.

”For you.”

This brings you back to yourself, a bit, mortification giving way to annoyance (a much more useful emotion in this scenario), and you snatch it to your chest. It’s your turn to grab Eddie’s elbow, half-dragging him towards the exit.

“Come again soon,” the cashier calls, still in monotone.

So close. You’re less than a yard away from the sliding glass doors that would have swallowed Eddie’s reply- but as it stands, he gets in one last cheerful wave, an award-winning, dimple-charmed smile to match his bright response.

“She will!”

Damn him. You give a final tug and you’re both out in the parking lot, glass doors closing automatically with a whoosh behind you, cool night air kissing at your cheeks.

”Seriously?” You’re mature enough to recognize that your anger is misplaced, adrenaline-fueled, but that doesn’t stop you from whirling on Eddie, giving his shoulder a sharp shove that (unfortunately, tantalizingly) doesn’t move him an inch. “I can never return to this fucking store. Thanks for that.”

Eddie really doesn’t help his case, grin turned shit-eating as he rustles through his various pockets for his pack of cigarettes- “Careful, sweetheart- you know how hot and bothered I get when you’re mad.”

”Unbelievable.” You turn on a swift heel, slipping the bag loops up your arm to dig for your keys. “You just got me blacklisted from our local drugstore and you don’t even care.”

There’s the snick of a lighter behind you, while your car a few spaces down chirrups and blinks in response to the furious press of your fob’s unlock button.

Eddie chuckles, sardonic and unsympathetic. “Too bad this is the only CVS in the whole world. I think you’ll live, princess.”

Ignoring this, you stomp towards your car, petulant, bag rustling; the door is half-open when Eddie calls, “So, are you coming over tonight, or what?”

“Obviously!”

The door slams with more force than you intend, sound ricocheting across the lot.

From the respite of your tinted windows, you watch as a streetlamp-haloed Eddie takes a drag from a cigarette, smoke drifting thick around a hazy visage of the hottest man alive. (Maybe you’re a touch biased. But your opinion is based on personal accounts, so fuck the naysayers.)

He tips his head back to look at the stars, pale column of throat illuminated- with a flush of realization, you scoff. He’s putting on a show for you.

Two can play, you think, driving your seatbelt into place with a click. But first I’m gonna have to make a stop at home. Namely for new undies.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #husky!neighbor!Eddie #husky!neighbor!eddie x reader #eddie x reader

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d-rlingcorazon · 7 months

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𝐃 ♡ 𝐑 𝐋 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐏 𝐑 𝐄 𝐒 𝐄 𝐍 𝐓 𝐒

𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕..˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔

(there's smut here please be advised!)

finding yourself face to face with the masked killer who has been terrorizing your town for a couple weeks was not on your thursday afternoon to-do list. you were supposed to come home, put your sheet mask on and watch whatever trashy reality show you can find. Instead here you are, holding a pan with a pistol grip while an unconscious Ghostface was right in front of you.

any normal person would've been called the police, however you grow a bit curious. you neatly placed the pan down on the kitchen counter to prevent any loud sounds that would jolt the masked killer awake and proceed to kneel down in front of him, dangerously close. upon closer inspection you took notice of things, his mask was a bit tattered and scratched, he was wearing pajama pants and he had a big fucking bulge.

looking down at it, your hand slowly inches towards it and your palm clamps on his bulge gently. You feel him twitch and you cant help but let your grip tighten against it, pawing at the already growing erection. you slowly stroked his hardening cock up and down til' a tent formed in his pants and pre cum stained the top of his pants. by this point you can hardly contain yourself, but with a heavy heart, you let go of his hardening cock, however a bigger hand grabbed yours, placing it right back to the masked mans throbbing dick.

"finish what you started, brat." you gulped as you heard the man's deep voice. his attempt at intimidating you so you can continue worked, because you stroked his cock with precision. by then his pajama pants were pulled down and you stroked his bare cock. "you wanted to be such a little whore, and paw at a fucking killer while he was unconcious, eh? such a slutty little thing." this was so wrong, he's a fucking killer, but fuck it felt so right.

#ghostface #ghostface x reader #killer x reader #smut #scream #scream x you

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mathewjoseph1 · 1 year

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#pre-listing home inspection #home inspections #pre-listing inspection #structural engineer

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copperbadge · 1 year

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Fuck, I’m glad to be home.

I will say, yesterday’s travel went as smoothly as it possibly could. Austin-Bergstrom Airport was pretty quiet once you got through security, and I’m both an A-List passenger and a Pre-Check passenger, so it took me about a tenth of the time it otherwise would have.

I dislike spending time in ABIA because there’s not much to do and the food has traditionally been terrible. But a Shake Shack style burger stand just opened there and it’s really good -- up top is the “kids meal”, a quarter pound burger and wedge fries, which ran me seven bucks. I normally don’t like wedge fries but I gotta give them credit, these were gorgeous -- crisp on the outside, soft and fluffy like mashed potatoes on the inside. If you’re in ABIA and want a decent meal, Thurman’s by gate 20 is by far your best bet.

Midway Airport in Chicago was chaotic but not the nightmare I expected. There were a lot of people sleeping on floors, and you can see the photo I took of part of the baggage claim -- three full claims were roped off and filled with suitcases. Mine came up in the carousel within half an hour, which is longer than Southwest usually takes but still well within tolerance limits.

And my babies were so happy to see me. Dearborn even slept all night on the bed which she very rarely does. Poor Polkadot couldn’t believe it was me and had to inspect me thoroughly several times, yelling all the while.

I am so incredibly lucky -- I caught the initial cancellation before I got into the airport, I had a place to stay that night, I was able to rebook for the following day at 10pm and then re-rebook for yesterday at 6pm, and an hour after I re-rebooked, the 10pm was cancelled. The 6pm was the only direct flight that got out of Austin to Chicago yesterday. Some of it was good contingency planning on my part but a lot of it was just...blind goddamn luck, and I’m so grateful.

[ID: Three images; top image is a paper tray with a hamburger and seasoned wedge fries on it, the burger bun scorched on top, the fries red with paprika and cayenne. Second image shows the edge of a baggage claim area, with a visible cordon in front and bags as far as the eye can see. Third image is Dearborn the tortie and Polk the tabby, both lying on my duvet (which is covering me), Polk gazing dramatically into the distance while Dearborn looks directly at the camera.]

#sam travels #dearborn and polk #food

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sleepymccoy · 5 months

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Fuck it, Ive found myself googling topics to start a fight again cos I'm trying to write spones, so I'm creating a list for myself here. If you have suggestions please feel free to add them. You are also welcome to use this as a prompt, although I don't know if it'll really help

These are mostly nicked from other lists, so hey may need tweaking to be more star trek sci fi in vibe. But I think they suit the sort of fights they have. Entertainingly, many of the questions on these lists have already been addressed my star trek. Like, I'm not going to go into eugenics here. They have a whole arc in tos where everyone expresses their opinions on eugenics (against) (the Khan stuff). So like, those aren't included! Or questions about ubi, trek world is a successful communist, they're all pro ubi.

Anyway. I've tried to hash it down to topics where I can easily see either how they disagree, or I can see how they agree but for different reasons. And, as this is for me, I might even include some of those details too!

Is technology making us more or less connected?

Could argue either way. McCoy's only contact with his kid is via tech, so he could be in favour. Same with Spock, but I think vulcans have a lot of physical cultural stuff that form part of gathering that (American) humans don't as much. Like, incense and how the planet is a different temp to the ship. So, maybe Spock is really feeling how tech is a shadow of the real thing more.

McCoy hates and is unimpresssed by tech, and just wants to be home. Spock is perfectly happy with the perfunctory contact w his parents.

Is censorship ever acceptable in art and media?

This one is fun cos you can world build a bit with the premise. What's the art and media? I think McCoy has one of those inspected opinions, he's against censorship until you start listing terrible things then he gets annoyed cos he kind of agrees with a little bit of censorship. He doesn't think dead bodies should be shown on billboards across from schools. But he says, when asked, that he's against any censorship.

I think Vulcan has censored pre reform stuff from society quite a lot. And Spock's opinion on this is a real character choice you can make, does he agree people should only find out about history in university when you're spoon fed it kindly enough? Or does he think everyone should know?

Should we prioritize space exploration or focus on fixing problems on Earth?

This one is hilarious to me, cos they both work exploring space. But I think McCoy could get worked up over the focus and energy being on new space stuff if they're leaving hungry children behind, you know. I think Spock leans bigger picture

Is traditional marriage still relevant in modern society?

Ha! Have a great time! They'll be so off topic within a minute and just discussing their personal life that their opinion doesn't bloody matter

Is privacy more important than national security?

I think Spock is more into privacy then McCoy. Can't put my finger on why, I might come back to this

How can a good diet be used to control certain diseases?

I think the groundwork of this argument is that McCoy is having a go at Spock being vegetarian. So they're discussing broadly, but McCoy keeps slipping in how great meat is lol

Is it better to live in a big city or a small town?

Spock likes cities! McCoy likes small towns! This can devolve into a squabble about feudalism if you want to go crazy

Animal zoos: are they morally acceptable?

This is good worldbuilding too, zoos would be more rehab centres now. But Spock likes to have a go at old earth practices too just to see McCoy go red

Is online learning as effective as traditional in-person learning?

I reckon Spock likes online learning. The little freak

Is online dating more effective than traditional dating?

Heheheheheheh make them fight about dating. Make them list their favourite types of dates in an aggressive way. Heheheh

#spones #spock #mccoy #tos

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elcondorpasas · 2 years

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HAPPY TO OBLIGE | eddie munson x female!oc

summary a snapshot of a night between eddie and his favorite girl

warnings 18+ ONLY, NO MINORS smut [fingering, squirting, breeding kink, creampie, unprotected sex], language, fluff, not proof read

a/n this is just a quick smutty snippet from a much larger work i'm working on with eddie x ofc. can be read as a stand alone and even as a eddie x reader if you omit ofc's name and replace with your own :) enjoy! (this is actually the first smut i've ever written, so be gentle)

cross listed on ao3 here

Eddie’s deft fingers moved quickly back and forth on the small bundle of nerves eliciting a low whine from Leah, whose hips began to lift off the bed. “Fuck, Eddie. Please.” She whimpered. Eddie smirked and looked up at her. “Please what, baby?” He cooed. Leah’s face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure. Her need to release grew. “God, fuck! Please let me cum. Please please please…” Her sense of the world was being left behind as she chased her pleasure, her orgasm building. Eddie loved seeing her like this. How lost she’d get trying to find release as he’s playing with her cunt. But she wouldn’t cum until he wanted her to.

“Aw, baby. You’re gonna need to beg better than that.” Eddie laughed breathlessly. He kept up this façade, while he needed to rut his hips down onto the bed for some sort of friction. He’d cum before from just watching his girl reach get off on his fingers – he wasn’t planning on doing it again. Leah was practically panting, moaning out, “Eddie, baby please let me cum. Please, I need it. I’ve been a good girl. Let me cum!” Her eyes screwed shut. Eddie had her right where he wanted her.

Without even answering, Eddie used his other hand to insert two thick fingers into Leah’s dripping core. They quickly found the spongey area that’d be the source of what his girl was asking for. He set a rhythm of rubbing her clit and massaging Leah’s g spot. Leah’s moans grew louder, and Eddie thanked God above that his Uncle had picked up an extra shift meaning he wasn’t home and Leah could be as loud as she wanted. Leah’s pants grew and Eddie heard the telltale sound of her release. Eddie watched the wetness dripping out of her cunt onto the bed beneath her, his gaze turning hungry. Finally, after a moment or two more of his rhythmic ministrations, Leah moaned his name louder than she had that entire night as she found her release.

Due to his proximity, Eddie felt the liquid on his hands and bottom half of his face as Leah’s squirt gushed all over him. He felt his cock twitch with want. “You are so fucking hot…. give me some more, baby. I wanna taste you.” Eddie muttered in a daze. His fingers massaging Leah’s clit picked up faster and she squirted more than before. Eddie quickly opened his mouth to catch some before pulling his fingers away and leaning further in to lick her cunt clean. Leah began squirming and trying to push his face away. “Eddie, no! Please, too much!”

Barely satisfied, Eddie pulled away. “You are so beautiful. You always taste so good. I could lick your pretty pussy for hours.”

“Eddie, you’ve already been at it for almost an hour, you dork.” Leah laughed, out of breath and trying to ground herself after orgasming.

“You good? Or do you need a minute?” Eddie asked, snapping from his daze to inspect Leah and make sure she was coming down alright and could handle more.

Leah nodded, “I’m okay, baby. I’d be a lot better if you’d get that pretty cock out and fuck me.”

Eddie would never not react to his girl’s bold lewdness in the bedroom and neither would his dick, which jumped at the thought of being inside her. “Always happy to oblige my lady.” He smirked. Eddie stood from the bed and removed what remaining pieces of clothes he had on, which after an intense make out session really wasn’t much save for his underwear and socks. Pulling down his underwear, his cock stood erect. It was red and angry, needing release. The smallest droplets of pre-cum glistened on his tip.

“Condom?”

“No. I’m on birth control.” Leah shook her head.

Eddie paused. “Isn’t that only partially effective?”

“Christ, Eddie, I need you in me and I need to feel you. Just pull out or something.” Leah spat.

“Playing with fire there, babe.” Eddie wasn’t unsure that he couldn’t pull out in time. They had done it before when condoms were unobtainable. However, a brief pregnancy scare last fall had Eddie on the rocks about attempting unprotected sex again. They were both clean, that didn’t concern him. And, he guesses, it wouldn’t be so bad to be a dad one day. But he thinks he would like to graduate from high school first. Christ, he was pushing 21. He couldn’t hang around Hawkins High for forever just selling drugs to underclassmen.

But Hell, if he thought about it long enough, he actually wouldn’t mind being a dad in the near future. Especially if it was Leah beside him. Their kid. He figures putting up with Henderson and the rest of the freshman brats had prepared him somewhat for watching over ankle biters, but he never quite knew where Leah stood on the equation. Leah had been sort of an enigma to him. He knew she had issues with her family, unsettling issues that made him wish he could take all that pain and heartache away, but she never flat out dismissed the idea of having a family the one time it was brought up in passing.

The Wheeler kid mentioned offhand how Eddie and Leah’s offspring would be the ultimate menace to society. Leah laughed and retorted that Wheeler had unveiled her evil plans to upend society as they knew it with an army of anti-establishment, non-confirming nerds. In truth, Leah had probably never thought about that conversation since it happened. But Eddie? Eddie, dreamed about it. The idea of Leah carrying his babies awoke something primal in him. There were times he’d fist his cock furiously thinking about stuffing her full of his cum, ensuring she’d conceive. How he’d get to watch her belly grow and her tits fill with milk. There were other times he chastised himself for thinking about her in such a way. But then he’d come to terms with it, because truly how different was it from his jerking off to the thought of her tits bouncing as she rode him?

“Earth to Munson. Are you there?”

Eddie snapped back from his thoughts and looked down. His heart fluttered at the sight. His favorite girl lying spread out for him to take, her cunt swollen and dripping from the previous orgasms he’d been more than happy to give her. His grin was back as he moved towards the bed and climbed over her.

“Hi.” She giggled.

Eddie’s heart soared and he responded, “Hey you.”

For a moment, they just stared at each other. It was Eddie who moved first, taking the chance to lean down and steal a kiss.

“I love you.” Leah blurted out. Eddie’s smile grew as he echoed the words back to her.

This wasn’t the first time they said I love you, but it was the first-time during sex oddly enough. Leah’s smile turned into a smirk as she reached down and guided Eddie’s cock to where she needed it most.

“Make love to me, Eddie.”

“Always happy to oblige.”

Eddie tentatively eased his cock into her pussy. Her warm, plush walls sucking him in further and further. He’d never get enough of her. Always so warm. So wet. Just for him. Leah’s moans filtered to his ears as she pulled him down to bury her face in the crook of his neck. Eddie eventually bottomed out and couldn’t stop the groan from escaping his mouth. “So fucking tight,” he gritted out. So tight. He gave her a moment to adjust and make sure she was okay before he started moving.

His pace was slow at first, languid thrusts to ensure his cock was coated with her slick. The glide was easy and he could feel her cunt pulsing every time he re-entered her. He moved back to pull her legs up onto his shoulders, allowing him to thrust deeper and hit that sweet spot inside her. Leah’s moans started up again. Her panting egged him on, “Yes, baby. Harder, cmon. Give it to me.”

Spurred by her words, Eddie picked up the pace. He set a rhythm and the sound of their skin slapping filled the small room, but it hardly did much to drown out Leah’s noisy whines. Eddie could cum purely off her sounds alone and he had many times during phone sex trial runs they did when she was unable to come by. His pace built and was relentless. He loved to hear how wet she was and the feeling of his balls slapping against her.

“Closer.”

Her words, or rather word, was so silent he almost missed it. But Eddie tried to remain alert and focused on Leah at all times to make sure she was enjoying herself as much as he is.

“What was that, baby?” He grunts out. He tried to focus on her request but struggled with the way her pussy was squeezing his cock in a vice grip.

“I want you closer, please” She pants out.

Eddie, always happy to make his girl happy, let Leah’s legs fall from his shoulders. Her arms reached up to his neck and pulled him down. Her legs wrapped around his torso. She buried her face in his neck again. The new position allowed for a more intimate moment and the emotions and feeling of their bodies moving together brought the two closer to the edge.

“You ready to cum again, sweetheart?” Eddie asked as sweetly as he could with his exertion of snapping his hips back and forth.

Leah nodded against his neck, “Please…God-“ She choked.

That’s all Eddie needs to really pick up his pace as he reached a hand down between them to rub at her clit. Moments pass as Leah’s breath gets more labored and her back arches off the bed. One last rub of her bud makes the coil in her stomach snap as she’s flooded with pleasure. Her walls clamp down onto Eddie’s cock and his vision almost goes entirely white. He was not able to control himself and he needed to pull out. Now. However, Leah’s legs wouldn’t let up and he was pulled flush against her.

“Baby- fuck. Leah, I need to pull o-“

“Inside me”

Eddie almost choked and it took everything in him to not paint her walls with him cum that very second.

“What?!”

“Please, baby.” Leah’s whines sounded like something out of the pornos he used to watch before he met Leah. Back when he thought he’d never get to make someone, much less someone he loved, feel this good.

Hanging by a thread, Eddie asked, “You’re- fuck. You’re sure?”

She nodded again and squeezed her legs around him. “Cum in me,” she begged.

That’s all it took for Eddie’s rhythm to lose all sense as his hips sputtered. His cum shot out of him and painted Leah’s walls white. Leah’s cunt pulsed with aftershocks of her orgasm and it became way too much for Eddie’s sensitive cock. He pulled out and fell on the bed beside her. The only sounds to be heard were their ragged breaths and the hum of the AC unit from the living room. They lied together soaking in the otherwise quietness.

Suddenly, Eddie moved, startling Leah who asked, “What are you doing?”

Eddie didn’t answer. He’d been selfishly waiting for this moment and he wasn’t going to miss an opportunity to document it. He clumsily bounded towards his closet, his legs feeling the strain from his previous activities, and pulled a polaroid camera from the top shelf.

“And just what do you plan on doing with that, Eddie?” Leah’s tone wasn’t serious. He’d taken naked photos of her before. He’d never share them with anyone, and she trusted him.

“Baby, just keep laying there. Nice and pretty.”

Eddie snapped a few angels of her lying naked in his bed. Then he went for the money shot. He climbed back onto the bed in front of Leah.

“Spread ‘em, babe.” He urged, using his knee to nudge her legs apart.

Leah obliged and spread her legs for him. Eddie leaned in closer with the camera. Without asking, Leah used her muscles to push a bit of his cum out of her hole, she shivered at the feeling of him leaking out of her. It felt so dirty, she blushed. Eddie snapped a few more photos and laid them out to develop. While they did, he set the camera aside and leaned back down to Leah’s core. He just stared at his cum leaking from her, mesmerized. Leah, tired, didn’t have the heart to make fun of him for how seemingly weird he was being. She figured they’ll need to have a serious conversation about this. But that could wait till tomorrow. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden intrusion of her cunt. Her eyes snapped open and looked down to see the perpetrator. Eddie’s fingers were gathering his cum that came out and pushed it back inside of her.

“Eddie!”

“What? I’m sorry…. you’re just- This was something I never thought I’d get to see. Let me have this.”

Leah rolled her eyes and lay there another minute or two while Eddie snapped out of his daze and began cleaning up a bit. He has class in the morning and if he planned to graduate, which he does, he needed to be there. On time.

Leah went to stand and found her legs were a little wobbly. She caught herself on the dresser and lightly brushed off Eddie who, while worried, took a sort of pride that he could give it to his girl so good that it affected her ability to walk. Leah excused herself to the restroom to pee and Eddie set out to change the sheets, throwing the dirty ones into a corner of his room. He’d deal with the laundry sooner or later. He dimmed the lights in his room and climbed into bed. Leah made her way back to Eddie’s room and slipped under the covers. She cozied her way into his side and he pulled her close, dropping a few kisses on her hair line as she buried her head in the crook of his neck.

“Goodnight, Eds”

“Goodnight, doll.”

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T | 1543 | m/m human/faerie | fantasy elements | garden fairy, pre relationship

He hasn't been to his childhood home in a couple of years. He wanted to, but his divorce pushed that plan down his to-do list.

Now that he was free from the annoying adult stuff in his life, he decided to spend some time reminiscing. Look through old photographs, and see if his mother gave away the green bunny he won in second grade.

The house felt smaller than he remembered, or maybe he was just taller. It was still more spacious than the flat he's been renting for the past few years. Upon looking around he was relieved to not see any cobwebs or as much dust as he anticipated.

He opened the windows to let in fresh air and gazed out towards the garden. It changed a lot from what he remembered. After his father passed away, his mom started spending all her free time there, and what once was just a gazebo surrounded by a few rose bushes, turned into a labyrinth of greenery.

He expected it to be overgrown and withering, but while a bit wild and unkempt, it looked as lively as ever. Life buzzed around, and the soft wind moved the tall grasses and leaves.

The trees he didn't remember were now so old that he looked around the kitchen to check if he was in the right house.

But there was no mistaking that red stain on the ceiling from the time his uncle had tried to get his dad into winemaking.

The side door needed oiling, the sound it made upon opening grating at his teeth, but he was surprised it opened at all. Usually, it got stuck after being unused during winter.

This, and the state of the garden made him wonder if his mother had anyone taking care of it. Certainly, no one would be doing it so long after she left?

The bushes weren't trimmed and flowers escaped their designated patches, littering the stoned path. Everything felt wild but not overtly so. Like a dog that listened only to the commands it felt like obeying. Alive and free, but not feral.

He took a walk around the garden, which spanned about two-thirds of the property. But unlike the house, it felt bigger than he remembered.

It might have been due to the changes it underwent during his absence. Flowers he didn't know the names of, trees that had grown throughout the years, topiaries that lost their shapes. There was even a small artificial brook slithering between the flowerbeds and decorative grass. Once again he wondered who was maintaining it. And paying the bills. The water must have been coming from somewhere after all.

He decided to take a closer look the next day and was about to turn back when something shiny piqued his interest. Following the shimmer with his gaze, he found a scatter of decorative gems around the flowers and leaned down to further inspect them.

Under closer scrutiny, they looked like opalescent shards, each very similar in shape. He didn't take his mom for someone with a taste for such tacky decorations. They felt out of place in her garden, but he decided to leave them alone for now. Maybe it was the gardener taking care of this place who added them.

Alarm bells started ringing in his head when he took a cursory look around the house and found more of the shiny tchotchkes in the guest bedroom. Million possibilities and questions started running through his head as he looked at the rumpled sheets, the overall lack of dust and the book left on the nightstand. Someone was living here.

He ran down the stairs and opened the fridge. It was dark and empty.

"What the fuck."

He took a look around instead. Spotted the dishes on the drying rack, and crumbs on the countertop. He hastily opened the breadbox to find a couple of buns left there.

Either his mother left someone in charge or there was a squatter he had to take care of.

Dealing with people was exactly what he came here to avoid, so he wasn't thrilled about whatever, or whoever was coming.

There was a possibility that somebody saw he was coming and ran away before a confrontation could happen. How he hoped that was the case. For now, he decided to wait and keep at what he's been doing.

The TV was still there, and so were many other expensive items, so at least he knew he wasn't dealing with a thief. Not much seemed to be moved at all, like whoever was here was sticking to the guest room, the kitchen, and of course, the garden. The rest of the house was untouched, although some cleaning must have been done now and then to keep the layers of dust at bay.

He'd been contemplating leaving a note and going out for groceries when he heard the side door creaking open. He thanked the hinges for announcing the hopefully-gardener and ran down the stairs the quietest he could.

His abrupt arrival startled the person nevertheless, causing them to drop the basket they were holding and send mushrooms rolling everywhere.

Unfazed by that, he just stared. The man, woman, the thing, shined the same way the garden shards did, like it had spread its skin everywhere. Everything about them was long. The hair, the limbs, even the ears. Behind them, dragonfly wings shimmered in the last rays of sunlight and below was a tail, its colours shifting and making him realize what he found earlier must have been scales.

Their eyes, big and insect-like, widened in recognition.

"You're James, right?"

Despite its delicate features and wearing what resembled a dress, the creature's voice sounded masculine. But his mama raised no animal, so he had to make sure before he started running his mouth.

"Uh, yeah. James, I use he/they pronouns. You?"

They smiled, a tiny thing that lit up their face.

"Iris, he/they too."

Now that he had this answered, he went further with his line of questioning.

"Have you been living here?"

"Yes." Iris kneeled to gather the mushrooms. "I've been helping your mother for years. She lets me stay here and tend to your garden."

James got down as well to help out.

"How do you know who I am?"

"Martha showed me your photographs. You haven't changed that much."

He wondered if the toddler bath photos were also included there. The basket was filled back up, and he watched as his mother's secret gardener stood up and stretched, wings flapping behind him.

"What are you?"

Iris put the mushrooms in the sink.

"Martha's friend."

He had his back to James now and he could see everything. The bumps on his shoulder blades turned into wings, the spine between them covered in scales and expanding into a tail. The apron-dress contraption he was wearing was tied above it, but the skirt part was cut in the middle so the tail could roam freely. The tiniest move and the fabric would part, giving anyone behind a full view of his ass.

"Sorry, if I knew I had guests I'd wear something more fitting for company."

James looked up but Iris wasn't turned in his direction, focused on cleaning his forage.

"I don't think anything would make me stare less," he admitted, getting a full belly laugh in response.

"What, you don't have men this handsome back in the city?" he looked over his shoulder, fluttering his eyelashes. James let out a surprised laugh himself.

"The kind with wings? No. Sadly, no."

"Travesty."

A travesty indeed, he thought, watching the expanse of skin in front of him.

"I'm a forest spirit. A fairy, if you will," Iris said, finally, and it made as much sense as everything else on this day, but having any kind of explanation put his mind to rest. James settled on a kitchen chair and just watched him for a moment.

"I'm gonna stay here for some time." He wasn't sure if he should ask for permission first. It was his mother's house but Iris was the one taking care of it.

"Okay. It would be nice to have someone around again."

Eventually, James stood up and plugged in the fridge. It buzzed into life.

"Why aren't you using the fridge?"

Iris frowned at him.

"I only make enough to eat so there's no leftovers."

James made a face. He lived on leftovers most of the time, but a fairy guy probably could spend his time cooking three times a day.

"I'll go get groceries. Need anything?"

Iris mulled it over and a sudden glint in his eyes told James he was about to request something embarrassing. He reflexively rolled his eyes.

"Yes, I can get you pads, laxatives, or adult diapers. Just say it."

The fairy just kept looking at him, unfazed.

"Some lube and condoms would be nice."

James wasn't going to blush. He was an adult, they were both adults. At least looked like ones.

"What kind?" he asked, like a reasonable adult man that he was.

The grin he got in return was in no way innocent and faerie-like. All inhuman parts took reins and Iris' gaze turned, predatory.

"Whatever you like most."

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Elyn/Brennu, selkie coat

(This was originally going to be a more vibey traditional selkie tale, and then I thought about how that Mashoy arc would have gone with this one rather large difference, and then this happened. Pre-relationship, so I didn't end up writing 10k.)

Elyn only gets a moment of relief when Maliah pulls the Fesdis’ necklace out of the warehouse’s safe. The entire mission in the warehouse seems to be one blunder after another, much as she’s glad to know where the conspirators are storing their information, but at least they’ve done what they needed to, and it’s another way to establish their relationship in the city.

“Oh no,” says Maliah, and if Elyn were going to bask a little in the moment before inspecting the very pretty necklace, that puts paid to it.

She peers over Maliah’s shoulder, Pika coming up behind them, to find her drawing out what looks like an animal skin. After a moment’s bafflement, she realizes it reminds her of the harbor seals by the docks in Sestrilles city, but that’s even more baffling: first, why someone in a desert city would have a sealskin, and second, why they’d lock it up in a safe instead of using it as some kind of curiosity in outfits or homes. “Oh no?” she asks, because Maliah’s gone pale, so this is clearly one of those things she’s missing because she doesn’t spend much time outdoors. “It’s a sealskin, isn’t it?”

“It’s a selkie’s skin,” says Maliah, so it isn’t about the outdoors after all, just about the Feywild and everything Maliah wants to avoid there.

“Oh no,” says Elyn.

They take it with them. There isn’t, in the end, really much else that they can do. Maliah worries that it might belong to Paha Qasri, and that he’ll very reasonably come after them, but if he does, Elyn is perfectly happy to send him to the Fesdis to explain why his sealskin was in the same safe as their stolen necklace.

If it isn’t his, though, it opens up an overwhelming amount of potential problems. “If you have a selkie’s skin,” Maliah explains back at the Court of Flowers, staring at it in continued dismay, “you can control them.”

“Well, we aren’t going to control anyone,” Elyn says, as briskly as she can. “If Paha Qasri or one of the other conspirators shows up and it belongs to them, we’ll blackmail them as much as we please, but we won’t control them, and anyone else, we’ll give it back and curry even more favor than we will with the Fesdis.”

“Why would there be a selkie in Mashoy? There’s no ocean here!”

Elyn doesn’t have a satisfactory answer to that question either. Pika, in her silent sprawl in the corner, doesn’t seem inclined to sally a guess. “Fey connections?” she tries weakly. “Think of the necklace—it’s Sylvan in origin. They believe in contracts and things here, that sounds like the Feywild too, so I wouldn’t be surprised if someone tried to woo a selkie and maybe succeeded.”

Maliah looks dubious. “Wouldn’t they brag about it?”

“Maybe. But someone’s a liability here, if they can be controlled like this.” Elyn touches the skin. It’s human-sized, so the person is an adult, but she can’t hazard any other guesses about who they might be. “And now we have to find them.”

The paperwork they stole from the warehouse gives them possibilities, even as everything grows steadily more complicated, what with the warehouse then burning down and the head of the Qasri family calling them in and eliminating the Qasris from the list of possible selkies by simple virtue of not needling them about any other interesting artifacts they may have found.

“If there were selkies among the Dehis, he would have bragged about it,” Pika says, voice frosty, when they realize that their list of aristocrats has dwindled to two names. “And I don’t think a Dehi would trust a Qasri with something that could control them, either.”

“Aren’t the Zahins first rank?” Elyn asks, searching her memory for anything she remembers about them, which isn’t much at all. Things are going fast, and what little she does know implies the Zahins aren’t political allies of the Dehis, which has been most of what she’s been considering. “Why would this Brennu trust a Qasri with something that could control him, where the Dehis wouldn’t?”

“We could ask someone,” says Maliah, and that sounds like the most sensible suggestion Elyn has heard all day.

Thistle and Hagi come back with an obliging amount of gossip about Brennu Zahin that paints a fuller picture of him. He’s a fairly poor relation, at least as far as “poor” goes for people this rich: his mother was Tokva Zahin’s sister, married someone unsuitable, and left Mashoy, and when Brennu was orphaned, his aunt sent for him and took him in. Since then, he’s been a charming nonentity, a patron of arts and charities whose job seems to be attending parties and smiling and not being political.

Until, that is, the past year or so. He still goes to his parties, but his group of friends has changed, and his politics seem to diverge more and more sharply from his parents. And, on top of it, he looks more haggard every week, and spends less and less time going to parties.

Elyn is going to find whoever discovered Brennu Zahin is a selkie and decided to use it to control him, and she’s going to do something drastic. If they are very lucky, it will be politically drastic, but she’s got a sword and she’s willing to improvise.

“What do we do?” Maliah asks. “He could be fully under control, or he could have joined their side of his own volition and they took it as surety.”

Either way, as far as Elyn is concerned, the answer is the same. “We invite him for tea. We give him back his skin. If he’s an enemy, we blackmail him and make him testify lest other people who would want to control a Zahin try what these people did. If he’s a friend, we help him.”

After an unsure moment, Maliah lifts her chin. “Then let’s write him a note.”

Elyn writes the note. Maliah declines, and Pika’s attention is elsewhere, so Elyn summons up all the politeness she can find, steals a few phrases from her favorite period dramas, and writes a note to Brennu Zahin. Honored Lord Brennu, she writes, I apologize for writing when we haven’t been introduced, though I believe we have some mutual acquaintances in Hurin Fesdi and Fusaha Qasri. While executing an errand to the benefit of those families, I ran across something I believe to be yours, and which I don’t want to trust to a courier. If you would like to meet to identify whether it is your property and, if it is, to have it returned, see below for a place and time. No need for a reply, I’ll attend either way. And then, lest he think she’s stabbing in the dark and because she can’t resist a pun, she ends with Signed and sealed, Dana bint Ma’zi far-Bay.

If the conspirators are smart, especially knowing what was taken from the warehouse, they’re watching Zahin’s correspondence, and using the threat to his skin to force him to show them anything he receives in secret. They take care of the first problem by letting Pika deliver the letter in whatever mysterious ways she has, and Elyn hopes that as soon as he realizes the conspirators don’t have his skin, he won’t have anything else making him beholden and will lie to them as much as he pleases.

Pika, after some discussion, sets herself up as a lookout somewhere she can see both the window of the meeting room and the door up from the street. Elyn and Maliah, with Squirt in case someone is needed to sit on Brennu Zahin, wait inside, and hope that their gamble pays off.

A sharp whistle lets them know that someone is approaching at the appointed time, and Elyn readies a Shatter as she opens the door, knowing Maliah has her bow in her hand behind her, though Pika would have whistled again if Zahin were bringing people along with him.

It is him, though, or at least a Zahin—Elyn could find pictures of his family, and all the young men of it look much like each other. However, he looks both so exhausted and so hopeful that she’s inclined to believe it’s him. “You’re Dana?” he asks, and makes a wry but unsurprised face when he looks behind her. “Or you are, I suppose. I should have guessed you wouldn’t meet me alone.”

“I’m Dana,” says Elyn, who still hates saying it every time. “That’s Nora, and we travel together. Think of it as you getting the chance to meet almost everyone who found out about you—assuming you are Brennu Zahin, that is. We haven’t been introduced.”

He’s still looking over her shoulder, eyes on the wooden chest they’ve been keeping the sealskin in, taken out of the Bag of Holding to set a dramatic scene for this meeting. “I’m Brennu, yes,” he says after a few moments. “It’s—forgive me, you’ll understand the urgency I feel about this. It’s here, isn’t it? I haven’t been close enough to sense it in so long, but—”

“I think you’d better come in,” says Elyn, letting the Shatter fizzle away into nothing. Behind her, the familiar clatter of arrows moving around in Maliah’s quiver tell her that Maliah agrees that he’s not about to attack them at any second.

“Can I see it?” he asks immediately. “I quite understand that you must have questions, and a price, but I have to ask.”

Elyn winces, and Maliah, who knows a lot more about selkies, winces even more dramatically. She’s the one to answer. “Of course, hold on, we’ll talk about questions once you’re sure.”

Maliah opens up the crate, and Brennu Zahin is there in a flash, lifting it and stroking it and cradling it to his chest in a way that leaves no doubt whose owner it is. Elyn isn’t the best at detecting lies, but she can certainly see when something is obviously true.

Elyn lets him have five minutes, and then ten, when he shows no sign of doing anything but clutching the skin to his chest and crying a little. She produces a handkerchief, since Tiriel would never forgive her if she didn’t, and waits for him to turn to them.

“What do you want?” he asks first.

Elyn sighs and sits down. She hates Mashoy. She hates that she probably is going to have to ask a price of some kind, depending on what he says. Maliah, having clearly decided her opinion on him, nudges Squirt until he goes and leans against Zahin, who is still kneeling on the floor. “Do you want to sit in a chair?” she asks. “We have tea, too. Or we can easily have tea.”

He stands up, resigned and miserable, so she’s given him some kind of cue she didn’t mean to, and nods, so Maliah pours from her pitcher and Elyn gestures him to a seat and Squirt goes to lean on him again. He continues petting the seal skin in his lap rather than the dog, and meets Elyn’s eyes. “Very well. We’re talking in a civilized manner. Now can I ask you what you want?”

“That depends on a lot of factors,” she says, and keeps going before she makes it even worse trying to hold things back. “I’m getting the impression that you were coerced to work with these people because they stole your skin, instead of joining the movement and trusting them. So in that case, what I want is to help you, and ask you to help us deal with them while still protecting your secret as much as you can, though I suspect they’ll start spreading rumors as soon as they realize you aren’t under their control anymore.”

He gapes at her, and then turns to Maliah as though waiting for a contradiction. “That sums it up!” says Maliah, with her usual sympathetic cheer.

“You can’t be serious. Why would you believe me, if I said that I was coerced the whole time, and when I heard they burned the warehouse … I don’t even know who you are.”

“You’re not really supposed to,” Maliah says apologetically, while Elyn thinks once again about stabbing people instead of handling things the political way. “We’re undercover.”

Brennu keeps gaping. “Why would you believe me?”

“You asking that a lot is helping,” says Elyn, and tries to look as reassuring as she can. “I don’t know Zone of Truth but surely someone in this city does. But even if you are working for them, this is yours. Will it help if I threaten you? Because if you tell them we had it and tried to free you, I’m going to tell everyone in Mashoy your secret and I’ll only feel a little sorry about it.”

Somehow, that does actually seem to help enough that he stops petting and takes a sip of his tea. “Very well, then,” he says. “I’ll tell you everything I know, and if my secret is forfeit, maybe it’s time. There’s plenty to discuss.” He swallows a few times, clutches the skin tight in his hand, and puts his cup down. “They’re going to try to kill the king.”

Weeks later, after a lot of drama and a very exciting party and Elyn, much to her satisfaction, getting to cast a few nasty spells on Sherin Dehi, after a wedding and the knowledge that there’s a universe out there waiting and a favor for her old boss on top of it, Elyn goes to the Zahin house.

Brennu, who after the first time she met him has always been surrounded by a fierce army of relatives, receives her alone. There’s a key on a chain around his neck, and she understands that, in a very Mashoy way, she’s being given trust by being allowed to know there’s a key at all. His secret is intact, though not from the king and his council, but rumors always have a chance to fly. “I hear you’re leaving,” he says. “Dana—Elyn, I must remember that, I can’t thank you and your friends enough.”

“You were being hurt. Of course we wanted to help.” She hates to ask a nosy question, but this is likely to be the last time she sees him in person, at least for a while. If he’s offended, he doesn’t have to answer. “Why don’t you live somewhere nearer the ocean? You must miss it terribly.”

He nods, considering the words. “I do. But my family is here, and Aunt Tokva has the only saltwater pool in Mashoy. She says it’s healthful. I think, though, that when these trials are over, I may go to the coast, and spend a few days or weeks in my other form.”

“As long as you come back to shore eventually.” His smile is a little bitter, but she won’t blame him for that. “You don’t have to—you can’t have many good memories of me—but I’d appreciate hearing how you are, once in a while. I’ll leave you my message address.”

“And I’d like to hear about you sometimes too. And maybe someday we’ll meet up on a beach somewhere. Since you don’t seem to like the desert.”

“I’d like that,” says Elyn, and watches his hand drift up to clutch the key hanging around his neck, and changes the subject.

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The blog post on the National Training Centre (NTC) website outlines the cost and other details of obtaining a Pilates Instructor Certification in Dublin. It highlights the fact that becoming a certified Pilates instructor can be a rewarding career path, but also emphasizes that it requires a significant investment of both time and money. The total cost for the certification program is €2,750, which includes the course fee, examination fee, and course materials. This comprehensive course covers in-depth theoretical knowledge, practical skills, and professional competencies required to teach Pilates effectively. It also provides students with a nationally and internationally recognized qualification. The post concludes by stating that the cost of the certification is justified by the quality of the training and the potential income opportunities it presents.

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The blog post on Universal Hair Clinic’s website emphasizes the importance of consulting a trichologist for hair loss treatment in Dublin. It notes that generic advice and over-the-counter products often fail to provide satisfactory results, as they don’t account for individual factors like genetics, nutrition, and underlying health conditions. The post warns against relying solely on online recommendations, which may lack scientific validation and be influenced by commercial interests. Trichologists, as professionals specializing in hair and scalp issues, offer accurate diagnoses and personalized treatments. They provide guidance on proper hair care practices, nutritional advice for hair health, stress management techniques, and can diagnose various hair and scalp conditions. The post recommends researching and reading reviews when choosing a trichologist, considering their qualifications and experience. It concludes by asserting that hair loss should be treated with the same seriousness as any other health issue and highlights the services of Universal Hair Clinic in Dublin for expert trichologist consultations.

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